Journal

in the fog, in obscurity

Cape Elizabeth, Portland, Maine

What life will you reach for? Which is the truest truth and which is the ghost ship that won't carry you? Which life is fueled by fear and which by desire?

I spent the past week reading and writing on the atlantic coast, and I found clarity in the waves, in the fog, in obscurity. I want to write, to make art that moves me, to love people, to work hard. I want to live and make in the spaces created between those who love each other. I want to hold the things that have happened to me in my hands and make something beautiful.